I come in layers
Distract my body
Of its daunting pleasures
And only one syrup
Taste resting on my tongue
It’s time for another round
sipping the flavor
of my slippery gun
blasting
what I gotta have and
what I need
all too soon –
that
Enormous sensation
Round and round
I have gone up and down
and now, found numb….
The art of a thousand words without
Saying anything
Seeing the reckless and abandoned souls
Near and far seekers cradle
looking in the room of love
And what is and forever will be
When you look down that road
Since, the path IS the goal….
The eternal mother in me
Talking my mother off her daily ledge
Creating a stereotype of the moments
In somewhat chronological order
Fast-paced and near
Just run past that fear
Oh dear, mother may I
Deter from the little birth of mayhem in your head
Salvage a bottom-line and a daughter
You may never have had
Just a mother in me
Founded, yet, once again…
Droplets of my eyelids caress
the moment passed up
In an every moment time
That seems to last a lifetime
When you aren’t there
Knowing how I fucked up
Just when you disappear
And I become me again
Losing myself in the ruse
Of the situation
And the weight that I impend
With the scotch flights
I take some nights
Where all ends and some things try to begin –
Sipping on the nectar
Of how I know better
than to listen to emotion
when all it ever does is
make my bed of intention
a bit closer
and I can’t seem to find my way
in the moment that won’t listen….
Some things are better left untouched
Even if that one touch means you embrace
Whatever it is that you feel
Even if it hurts so much
The more you live in a world
Of emotional distress
Rain will crash down and follow
Leaving nothing left to stick to
Littered and crushed emotions bellow
Like a sentiment from Woody Guthrie
I find myself almost dead
Remorse of that pregnant screwdriver
Banging against the walls in my head
The tunes wake me up
shattering my red blanket
Sifting through the memories of our bed
Shadow dancing
At the same moon
Finding all I need is
That love I am looking for
Ready and willing – I’ve said….
As the day winds down to so many spaces
My mind deludes itself with embraces
Mimicking the butterflies swaying
Around my head
The bells in the central point calls
To a whisper and
I start to remember
As thoughts are just thoughts
That we must surrender…
the reticent of a mermaid singing
like I knew what she meant
sliding though the dungeons of my heroine –
your subtle movements make me sweat –
make me smile
in the sunset of the moment
we find each other in
never finding judgment
in the reasons why
beauty in the middle of
my porcelain skin
where I find the spirit
reaching, sliding
flowing
down my legs
with the pounding heartbeat
singing through my veins
somehow it sees the way
to be seen
in the doo wop
portion of this show…..
(uncensored)
There isn’t a joke in a space of day
Inherited creativities in hole(d) bodies
Of nothingness – and me
Curbed – daunting
Blows…
My own private mea culpa
in an elevator of disinterment
drowning the sentiments in
lace walking through my fingertips
in an after shock
the town has surrendered the benefactors
of chance
swaying to the mirroring movement
sideways
like a lucid fantasy
shining the truth in on me –
a woman in the most
fashioned sensibility
has found her own
sweet-tasting synchronicity…
It never is just what is
But it is…
And seemingly curtailed
Crayons exploding with voice
Shangrila mountains of thought
Simply put
It’s just a moment passing….
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